Profession: Black Robe, Arch-Mage 20th Level, Necromancer 20th Level...
Description: Bleach white hair, Yellow eyes with hour-glass shaped pupils. Golden skin. Wears a black robe with Runes on the sleeves and around the hood. Carries a golden staff with crystal grasped by a dragons claw.
Mana: To be determined..
Magic:
Magic rulings:
Niltsiars magic has no outward appearance when being prepped, only way to know if he is currently prepping a spell is by hand gestures. His staff will have a blue glow on the crystal when spell prepping. The books of Fistan will be open with pages flipping when prepping and will flip at insane speeds when ready to cast.
"How much longer can we hold the walls?!" A soldier wearing bronze armor called to another soldier firing a crossbow over the wall.
"Not much more the demons are pushing har-" The man didn't get to finish his sentence as a blue bolt of mana ripped his throat out only the sound of gurgling was heard as he collapsed onto the marble that composed the high wall of Sanguine in a fit of spasms before going limp.
"By the gods what have we done to deserve this?!" The Soldier spoke quietly to himself as he slumped his back against one of the marble barriers on the top of the wall. "Why, why, why! WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO DESERVE THIS!" The soldier screamed digging his fingers into his face as tears began to roll down his face. Suddenly a large blue claw appeared reaching over his head in front of his field of vision. The soldier didn't have time to react as the claw crushed his armor head crushing his skull splattering crimson blood over the white marble.
Below the wall a massive hoard of blue demons of different shapes and sizes were crashing against the mighty wall before them, some were now beginning to climb to the top of the wall slaying and leeching the men and women defending their home. They came in many shapes and sizes, some as small as rabbits. Others were as large as castles that had hundreds of smaller demons riding them in order to jump onto the top of the massive wall. The moral of the men and women defending the wall were at its breaking point, but as all stories go.. light shines in the darkness.
Thirty-two knights of many different races appeared on the edge of the wall, at the center was a man clad in silver armor a drawn rapier in his right hand pointed down at the horde of demons a wicked grin stretched across his face. On his right was an elf woman, and on his left was a tall man clad in paladin esk armor. "My brother's and sister's heed my name!" The man's voice boomed across the wall, the fighting ceased as all eyes were focused on him. "I am Andres! These are my Knights, we are the Spell Meisters and today we push back the demons who come to claim our lives!" The Knight by the name Andres continued.
"Stand tall brother's and sister's we are not weak, this is not a punishment to us from the God's. If it was we wouldn't be able to kill them, but they bleed. Oh they bleed..." The knight trembled with joy, "So rise up my comrades! Today we make history, as the day we make these foul creatures fear us!" The Knight finished, it was rewarded by a large roar of people as they called for blood. Andres looked to the knights to his left and right, all 32 knights saluted. Andres returned the salute before leaping off the wall head first into the horde of demons, his knights followed in suite.